No matter how outstanding the horses in Chang'an City are, they cannot run continuously for 2,600 miles.
However, with the most urgent order flag from the imperial court, the horses at various post stations could be directly requisitioned, which made it possible to travel day and night.
In just three days, the carriage had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and entered a sparsely populated area.
Lingnan.
This is a residence for exiles and a gathering place for the frustrated.
In this area, there are too many official families assigned by the imperial court.
But even though the imperial court kept sending eliminated talents, the Lingnan barbarians were still rampant.
In front of everyone's carriage, several stumbling ropes were quickly pulled up, allowing the palace guards driving the carriage to quickly rein in the horses that were about to run forward.
"Hoo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
There was a strange cry, and a few weeds and leaves flew up from the side of the road that did not appear to be flat. More than a dozen naked men with colorful faces came out holding bows, arrows and sharp guns.
"They are interested in our mounts and want our clothes!"
Dong Zhongshu lowered his gaze from the white cloth, listened for a few seconds, and then translated the difficult-to-understand language spoken by these men.
"Master Dong is really a learned man. He even understands the languages of the barbarian lands south of Lingnan," Sima Xiangru praised.
"Learning a language is not difficult. If Chang Qing is determined, he can learn it in ten days and a half." Dong Zhongshu said: "I also envy Chang Qing's talent in writing poems and playing the piano!"
"What kind of skills do I have?" Sima Xiangru said with a smile: "If you really wait for me to recite poems and play the piano to defeat the enemy, I'm afraid my head will have been chopped off eighteen times!"
"You don't have to laugh at yourself. You have a unique ability. As long as you use it in the right situation, your role is irreplaceable," Dong Zhongshu said.
"It's just a foil!"
Sima Xiangru shook his head disapprovingly.
His talents were not recognized for a day or two. Even though he had served as an official for Emperor Jing for several years, Emperor Jing still didn't even remember his name.
But now that he came to work with the prince, the prince did not ask him his name, so he was still frustrated.
Sima Xiangru felt that it was difficult for him to get ahead in the Han Dynasty.
He took out the Jiaowei Qin and stretched out his hand to pluck the strings. As soon as the sound started playing, he saw an arrow shooting from more than ten meters away.
"Look!" Sima Xiangru complained.
He didn't care about safety.
In front of him, Dong Zhongshu took out a fan. When he fanned it, the arrow flew back in the opposite direction.
The arrows piercing the body and the sound of the palace guards swinging their swords to kill sounded almost simultaneously.
The barbarians were naturally no match for the palace guards, but Sima Xiangru was really heartbroken.
As a great practitioner of the Transformation Realm, he is probably the weakest great practitioner of the Transformation Realm.
It would be impossible to wait until he could defeat the enemy with his Ci Fu and Qin Shu within a few minutes.
Such a long casting time was enough to kill him ten or eight times.
Even he had a hard time fighting these minions.
Without Dong Zhongshu's protection, the barbarians could seriously injure him with one arrow.
"Why should Chang Qing think about defending the enemy alone? Assisting others is also the wonderful use of piano skills," Dong Zhongshu said.
"I look down on those who are weak, and look down on those who are strong." Sima Xiangru spread his hands and said, "How can I help you with this?"
"It seems that my strength is neither strong nor weak anymore!"
Dong Zhongshu laughed, making Sima Xiangru's face a little rosy.
His position was awkward, and Dong Zhongshu wasn't much better.
Dong Zhongshu has the reputation of being the most unique in the realm of magical powers. This is a high praise, but it is only limited to the realm of magical powers.
Compared to the solipsistic cultivators in the court, Dong Zhongshu, who was at a lower level, was also unable to do anything and could only maintain teaching here and there.
Not as good as the top, but more than the bottom. It is difficult for Dong Zhongshu to be reused by Emperor Jing with such an intermediate level.
Sima Xiangru was frustrated in his official career, and Dong Zhongshu was not much better.
In the Han Dynasty, if they could not climb high in the court, it would undoubtedly be difficult to obtain the spiritual materials they wanted.
This is also the reason why Dong Zhongshu and Sima Xiangru were amazed when the prince took out the psychic jade, and Dong Zhongshu even hesitated to ask his subordinates for a deal.
The price that the prince can pay is too heavy for them, and it will be difficult to achieve it even in this life.
"As long as Mrs. Dong has done something good this time, when the prince ascends the throne in the future, you will definitely be reused." Sima Xiangru said seriously: "At that time, you will definitely step into the realm of the only self, and you may even enter the realm of the true self!"
"The realm of true self!"
Dong Zhongshu sighed quietly.
If he had sufficient resources for cultivation, he would have the confidence to enter the realm of the only self, but Dong Zhongshu did not necessarily have the confidence to enter the realm of the true self.
No one has the confidence to speak nonsense across a large realm.
Especially the True Self Realm, the highest ladder of spiritual practice.
Dong Zhongshu was a little unwilling.
If he had enough training resources, why would he have the reputation of being the most unique magician in the realm of magical powers?
It wasn't because he was too advanced that he couldn't move up the ranks, so he could only develop in magic, and finally gained such a reputation.
The more advanced your practice is, the more you need external support, and even the requirements will become higher and higher.
Dong Zhongshu obviously could not afford the price of such a foreign object.
He had to waste time in practicing magic.
The older you get, the more difficult it is to reach higher levels of practice.
Dong Zhongshu didn't know if he would ever be able to turn around, at least he would have difficulty gaining support from Emperor Jing.
The prince was young and it was too long before he ascended the throne and took control of the Han Dynasty.
By then, he already knew that Destiny had begun to enter the age of sixty, and no matter how many cultivation resources he had, it was meaningless.
Dong Zhongshu and Sima Xiangru had some urgency in their hearts, but they were very sensible and did not mention Zhang Xuezhou.
If the ordinary practitioners of the school would not care about Zhang Xuezhou's life and death, seeking wealth and killing one's life is the correct way to practice upward.
But for Dong Zhongshu, who practices Haoran Zhengqi Jue, he can request, trade, and give up, but he will not take it by force.
He pursues upright righteousness and does not want to distort this righteousness.
For people like him, spiritual practice may be difficult.
But once he has achieved success in practice, it is difficult for anyone to defeat him from the front.
Dong Zhongshu waved his fan lightly.
There was a hint of determination in his eyes and a domineering temperament.
“It’s a pity that we can’t repeat Confucius and Meng’s example of persuading people with virtue!”
Dong Zhongshu firmly believes that he should be one of the strongest people in the realm of magical power. If he can climb further, he will definitely step into the ranks of one of the strongest people.
He was a little regretful that he couldn't reach a higher level.
But as the carriage passed the barbarians and moved forward again, Dong Zhongshu stopped his thoughts when it stopped in front of a high mountain.
"We also ask Dr. Dong to use another technique to locate Cu Bugui, and we will capture him at night!"
Outside the carriage, Wei Qing's voice was respectful and courteous.
This made Dong Zhongshu open the curtain of the carriage.
He looked at the already darkened sky, and then nodded.
Compared with the chaos caused by catching and killing during the day, night is obviously a good time for action.
If you attack the opponent while he is sleeping, there is no need to waste any effort.
The previous use of the technique had not triggered the sense of fugui, so the next time he used the technique it would definitely have the same result.
Dong Zhongshu was very confident that if he hit his technique the first time, the opponent would not be able to dodge it the second time.
"Master Dong, there is something wrong with Manqian's health. At night..."
On the carriage behind, Zhang Qian also jumped off the carriage.
Hearing that Dong Zhongshu was about to perform another spell, he pointed to the silent carriage, and then vomited Zhang Xuezhou's bitterness there.
"Asleep... In fact, it is easier for people to cooperate in casting spells when they are asleep," Dong Zhongshu said: "He has withstood my spells before, and he does not resist my spells again. It is not difficult for us to cast spells!"
"It's very true," Sima Xiangru agreed: "With Your Highness's precious jade, you can defend yourself on your own. Master Dong's magic will not cause any harm. Master Dong can perform the magic."
After briefly explaining the situation, Zhang Qian took Zhang Xuezhou off the carriage and placed him on the ground.
Dong Zhongshu stretched out his hand to pinch the spell, and a roll of white cloth rolled out, and then wrapped him and Zhang Xuezhou in it.
